Another day of getting from a job I hate, stopping at this awful store, buying crap I don't want or need, then going home to a wife and daughter, both who've grown strange and unpleasant to me.
I'm so tired.
As I'm leaving the store, a young man wearing a long coat is walking in. He mutters to me, "You are so lucky."
Offended, I mean to tell him "Piss off", but he's moving too quickly.
Seconds later, I hear gunshots and screams from inside.